The Wealthy Soul

I've been dying to share this story for
years.

4 years exactly.

And it involves a beach lifeguard and a 12
year old girl.

And it's a story that, like many of the most
profound things in life, I almost could have
missed . . .

Almost could have let pass from memory.

Almost could have never even paid the
attention it so well deserves.

But in this instance . . . despite the
subtlety of what I witnessed . . . I did
grasp the extraordinary underlying
significance.

A significance that has to do with rescuing a
life.

Rescuing 'your' life.

Rescuing my life.

Or both of us discovering how to rescue a
loved one's life.

Continue reading “What the Lifeguard Saw (that no one else did . . . )”

We humans are funny little beings.

We hold onto certain ideas as if we’re
dangling over a cliff.

And we won’t let go . . . as if we’ll fall
into a chasm.

Can you relate, my friend?

Just think of an area of your life you feel
stuck in.

Is it a relationship issue?

A financial one?

Something related to getting ahead?

Being more happy?

More balanced?

More successful?

More comfortable in your own skin?

What’s holding you back?

Doesn’t it all boil down to some simple
decision that you know you need to make
. . . ?

Continue reading “How to let Go of your So”

My apologies.

It’s 3 months since I’ve written you.

That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without sending out something new in the 5 1/2 years since I began writing The Wealthy Soul Newsletter.

Indeed, something major has happened that caused me not to write since early June.

I needed time to absorb this life event.

To feel the emotions, and just to "be" with what happened.

To basically "live it," until I could view it with some distance . . . with some clarity. . . and then share it, as I’m finally ready now to begin doing.

Continue reading “1 Ocean, 2 Waves”

That's right.

A Pizza.

Changed my life.

A mushroom pizza, to be specific.

With onions.

No kidding.

The date was February 24, 2007.

A Saturday.

Let me explain the beautiful thing that happened to me that night.

It started with an order of pizza.

I order it about once a month.

Why?

Because, the rest of the month it's all beans for me.

And salads.

And coconuts.

And fruits.

And nuts.

And grains.

And fresh veggies.

And free-range eggs.

And yogurt.

And all organic, mind you.

Having been around a lot of illness in my life, I treat my body preciously.

However, I throw pizza in every once in awhile to pay homage to the 100 billion cerebral neurons God gave you and me.

You know –

Continue reading “How a Pizza Changed My Life”

It's a true Paradox.

And it's a hilarious one.

Kind of a paradox within a paradox.

But, on another level, it's a sad paradox.

It's the paradox regarding the blockbuster
hit DVD movie, The Secret.

It's the paradox over all the controversy
about the movie:

Is The Law of Attraction real?

Can your thoughts really affect your destiny?

Can the difference between thinking negative
or positive thoughts really change the
outcome of your challenges?

Your desires?

Your goals?

Your life?

Is it possible to think purely positive
thoughts all the time?

If you have a negative thought, does it
totally destroy all the effects of all your
positive thoughts?

Are positive thoughts all that's necessary to
manifest your dreams?

Are positive thoughts more important than
positive action?

Continue reading “The Great Paradox of “The Secret” Controversy”

If only I could do it everyday.

And I know you wish you could,
as well.

It is an ability that our ancestors
coveted as much as you and I.

They created the legend of Aladdin
as legacy of this deep-rooted
desire.

And we play with our children, saying to them
such phrases as "Abra Cadabra" and "Open
Sesame" . . . our secret desire for this type
of power so silenced by our adult minds, we
don’t realize we may have imprisoned our own
spirits.

And yet, at different times of our lives,
we glimpse the possibility of the magic we
yearn for, and for just an instance, the sky
opens up and the light of the true Creator
sparkles in our eyes.

When was the last time you witnessed a miracle, my friend?

And even more importantly, when was the last time "you" created one?

And taking it even a step further, "how" did you create it?

And now, one step further than that, could you create it "again" at will?

Continue reading “How To Make A Miracle (pt 1)”

I’m a collector.

And you should be too.

And what I collect is something that may be missing from your life.

And if it is, you may be living what Henry David Thoreau called "a life of quiet desperation."

He said, "The masses of men" live such lives.

But fear not.

The thing that’s missing is easily found.

As easily as a stamp collector finds stamps.

And that’s how easily you can begin to reclaim what may be lost in your life.

And reclaim what may be missing.

Just like that.

Found.

Whole.

Feeling like a new person again.

All in the same day.

What am I referring to?

First person to guess it right wins a f’r’e^e 20-minute coaching session with me.

If you guess it right and, additionally, tell a personal story that illustrates it and illuminates it for your brother and sister Wealthy Souls, you get a f’r’e^e  45-minute coaching session.

Your life clock is ticking.

Time to fill in the gap.

Answering the question is your first step in discovering what’s missing so it’ll never be missing for long again and you’ll cease feeling that sense of "quiet desperation".

Share your answer in the comment box at the bottom of this page.

To be precise, the question is:

          "What is The Missing Piece from your life
          (and most people’s lives!) that may be
          causing you, my friend, to live a life of
          quiet desperation?"

Big Clue:

          It sometimes is missing from my life, too.
          But not when I write these Wealthy Soul
          Newsletters. Nor when you share your beautiful
          thoughts on my blog.

Share your enlightening answer now, my friend, in the comment box at the end of the page below –

It must be the consciousness I’ve been in, writing this latest series about Great Whites.

But just after writing the story, joyously reading your comments on my blog, a massive 3-day feeding frenzy occurred right off the coast where I swim every day.

Huge circular schools of fish could be seen jumping out of the water at once followed by either a shark jumping literally out of the water after them, or it’s fearsome dorsal and tail fin breaking the surface in hot pursuit.

It was an incredible show like I’ve never seen before.

Just the week before, I had been swimming a half mile per day with Patty, a young tri-athlete visiting the Florida coast with her husband and young children.

She had been hesitant to swim in the ocean, used to the heated swimming pools and calm lakes of Michigan. She was wary of the riptides, jellyfish and sharks everyone warned her about in the Atlantic.

"No worries," I told her casually. "The riptides, if they’re around at all, only pull you out to shoulder-deep water, and I’ve only seen a shark inside the breakers once. And he was a small one."

Good thing she wasn’t around the following week!

However something did occur the week she was here –

Continue reading ““You won’t believe this story, but it’s true.””

This story is true-to-life.

You’re in open ocean.

You’re many miles from shore.

You’re just minding your own business, feeling your regular playful self.

You are, in fact, a seal.

Two hundred pounds of blubber . . . very gainly on land, but an acrobat extraordinaire underwater.

But you’re no match for a Great White Shark.

Your speed can’t match his.

Your size can’t even begin to be compared to his (he’s 10x larger).

And you, my friend, are his favorite snack.

And suddenly he’s just there, a massive torpedo from out of the depths, rows of razor teeth just inches from your tail.

Continue reading “Could You Escape From a Great White?”

My next door neighbor, Cathy, despised my downstairs neighbor, George.

But no less than George despised Cathy.

In fact, Cathy landed up moving with her husband and their 6-year-old daughter out of their beautiful oceanfront penthouse condo to five hundred miles away because she could no longer stand encountering George in the hallways.

Before that, the situation had gotten so bad, Cathy actually filed a restraining order against George.

And George, who was on the condominium board, landed up suing the board for attorney fees after Cathy called the police on him and actually had him ‘arrested’ for one of those overblown incidences that occur when we let things get too far out of control.

If this sounds like an episode out of Seinfeld with Seinfeld’s South-Florida condo-living parents, it’s not. This is a true story.

But here’s the point:

Continue reading “When Will You Budge from Your Grudge?”